disability rights
To be a disabled child, or a disabled adult who needs supportive care, is to know that your life is literally in the hands of the people you rely on to love and care for you. And those people may well think that murdering you would be doing you a favor.
Well-meaning nondisabled people don’t realize what they’re playing into when they talk about how inspiring we are, which is perhaps all the more frustrating.
I wondered if trashing my appearance was just his way of covering up his discomfort with the fact that I use a wheelchair, but he was certainly persistent in describing the things he considered to be flaws beyond my disability.
If you can wrap your head around it, “Can I touch your arms?” is actually relatively common and almost never comes from children. Grown adults! Imagine!
cerebral palsy
“What’s the matter? Did you hurt your leg or something?” he asks. “No, I have Cerebral Palsy,” I answer.
I don’t want you to feel sorry for me as the poor, young, disabled girl. I don’t want you to look at me as this inspiring hero. I am neither of these things.
how not to be a dick
There’s no need for you to speak more loudly and slowly, enunciate more, or mime things when you’re speaking to me
chronic illness
When you’re young and you have issues with your mobility that aren’t obviously signposted by something visible like crutches or a cast, it brings you up against some fairly unpleasant attitudes.
A couple of years after I started blogging, you’d pop up every so often -- always under the ever-so-clever Anonymous moniker, of course -- with a comment about how I looked or a dig at my disability.
rachelle friedman
disney world
HAVE YOU BEEN OUTRAGED BY THIS YET? Unfortunately, you're probably angry for all the wrong reasons.

May 15, 2013 at 4:30pm | 150 comments

I don’t want to brag on my fellow crips or nothin’, but some of us have way better sex than nondisabled people. Hate to break it to you, but them’s the facts.
freeman sheldon syndrome
I was sure my physical disability was my embarrassing beauty mark. No, not beauty mark. Ugly mark.
Don't whisper. Also don't shout. And if you... speak... like... this... I will punch you.
There’s this perception that the lives of the disabled are somehow diminished, or that we carry some weight or sadness inside, and I want to dispel that.
There are a few topics that, as a general rule, I just refuse to discuss on the Internet. Assisted suicide/right-to-die is usually one of them.
My severe hearing loss has certainly not helped my career.
Sometimes I wonder how I could have been so oblivious to the fact that proper treatment for pain is, well, not a bad thing.
They seem to think they're joking around when they ask me how many fingers, or if I can smell them from across the room, but to me it feels similar to the bullying I experienced on the playground as a child.
I’m a disabled person, and I actually wholly support prenatal screening and full access to prenatal care, because I think it can result in healthier pregnancies and better outcomes for both pregnant people and infants.
I was about 17 when I learned about the social model and it radically changed how I thought about my own body.